In this world we are coming not for good,
That’s why it’s sensible to see the gloom,
Having depicted only part of it.
A flock, you know, the quadrate Black.
He who abides to his discredit,
Walks learnedly on the chain as if Cat.
“In red shoes…” – written in Last Will
In his last hours inside his house green
What time is it? Remind me of farewell!
Red spruce is only foil for sky’s aquamarine.

*Mark Merman – poet, dramaturgist, composer, performer. Born in 1958 in Minsk. Since 1991 lives in Canada and USA. To the “Project of the century” he responded with a set of poems. Translated by Andrej Bursau.